Beautiful Child

What a beautiful child. A beautiful child with the most beautiful smile. The beautiful child has a unique style. So innocent! What a gorgeous beautiful child.

Long, black hair pulled into a bun. Beautiful child with her long, beige, flower dress. She’s unresponsive looking up at the sun. I approached the unresponsive, beautiful child.

I looked the child deep in her eyes. The child looked surprised. Something tells me that she’s not a happy child. I see sadness. I feel a dark presence. But yet she’s the most beautiful child I’ve ever seen.

I notice something strange about her. She seems unstable and appears hurt. I try to communicate, but she doesn’t speak a word. I want to be the beautiful child’s friend. But she won’t let me in.

I want to know what’s in her heart. But I don’t know where to start. I studied the child closely searching for something. I notice her dress is way too big and appears not clean. I’m suspicious at this point and than I spot something shocking.

The child has bruises on her arms. Now I’m instantly alarmed. Now I can see what’s going on. The child now has tears in her eyes. I’m so stunned, now I have tears in mine.

I gathered the child in my arms. She cries on my shoulder. I have to remain strong. I have to help her. I tell her I’m her friend. I will let nothing more happen to her.

I will keep the beautiful child safe. Take her away from a dangerous place. This child deserves better. I will fight to make sure she get’s better. My beautiful child! I will never let you down.

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